Barton Creek, April 2016
Barton Creek avant le déluge et après le déluge.
One good flood is better than a hundred baskets of manure.
As chance would have it, I strolled along the banks of Barton Creek just a few days before the rains came. It was gentle and bucolic.
Bethan and I waded across it several times. We found a little Stinkpot. I didn’t take many pictures because it didn’t strike me as remarkable.
And then it rained. And rained. And rained some more. Places like Houston got seriously, dangerously flooded. To the best of my knowledge there was nothing like that around here. I live up on a hill, so I never felt at risk.
When the sun came back out again, I took another walk along the creek. For comparison, here’s Twin Falls from a year ago:
Here’s an “after” picture from a similar view:
This is a spot where we waded across the creek in water probably never much more than calf high.
I don’t think I want to wade in there now!
Just above Twin Falls is usually mostly dry except for the two channels of the creek that form the twin falls.
Not dry so much after the rain!
Finally, here’s another spot on the creek, just down the road from my apartment. It’s one of the places where the greenbelt trail crosses the creek. In high summer, this crossing is bone dry. Even when the creek is running, it’s generally possible to cross without getting your feet wet.
I think you could swim across here, but I didn’t try. (Forgot to bring a waterproof bag for my phone!)
(More pics in the Barton Creek set.)